If you’re reading this, it’s over

Dear boyfriend, pick up the mirror and
Look at you, closely while you stand.
From your head to your toes
See, the shape of your nose
Please, stare well every strand.

My grown up son should grow beards
My daughters, good size of heads.
Their skin should shine like pawpaw
And their belly flat like straw.
For my unborn kids, I’d leave you instead.

Tochi